Chapter 129: The Assassin of Misty Rain Tower
Chapter 129: The Assassin of Misty Rain Tower
The top floor of Chuyao Building.
The three of them took their seats.
Young Master Yan covered his face with his sleeves and coughed violently twice.
The princess, who had little interest in the banquet to begin with, completely put down her chopsticks this time.
She didn't have a very serious obsession with cleanliness, but anyone who came to her would be afraid of a disease that even the prime minister of the dynasty couldn't cure. The Imperial Hospital in the capital was full of skilled doctors, and many of them had special healing skills. The fact that the other party's illness had lasted until today showed that it was extremely serious.
Jiang He took in the entire scene. In ancient times, people got married at a relatively young age, and Young Master Yan should have been a father long ago. However, due to his "unexplained cough", the Yan family turned down numerous marriage opportunities.
This is not normal.
As the eldest grandson of the Prime Minister, no matter how seriously ill this young master is, he is not so feared by the aristocratic families. Either there is something wrong with his cough, or there is something wrong with the reason behind his cough. Combined with his abnormal level of cultivation and the two goals of the Yan family in the previous deduction, the possibilities are reduced to very few.
"Through the countless deaths in the troubled times, you can become a great master by practicing."
Jiang He thought to himself that he could only speculate the process and the result. As for the key cause between the two, he had no idea for the time being. However, it could be limited to the field of martial arts. Judging from the current situation where a grandmaster assassin suppressed four governors, achieving a grandmaster could indeed allow the Yan family to take a step forward.
"I plan to go out of the city to encircle and suppress the bandits. This requires the approval of the palace, and I hope the Yan family can provide some help."
The princess was in deep thought. From her position, she naturally knew that the big bandit Heishanhu was the black glove of the aristocratic families, specializing in doing those dirty jobs that were shameful and shameful. The four generals were unwilling to completely oppose the aristocratic families, and even some of the generals were born in aristocratic families, but King Anbei was undoubtedly happy to see this happen.
"I agree on behalf of my father."
If things were accomplished, it was because of the wise leadership of the King of Anbei; if the suppression of the bandits failed, it was because the princess was young and inexperienced. The word "replacement" is extremely practical.
"Are you serious, Uncle?"
Young Master Yan frowned. This uncle wanted to kill his people in front of him. Wasn't he being a bit too arrogant?
"Once a word is spoken, it cannot be false."
Jiang He opened the lid of the wine jar in front of him, took a sip, and his eyes lit up slightly. He spent a lot of money on the banquet, and the taste of the wine was obviously better than the inferior rum.
"Master Bo is very confident in his martial arts skills."
Young Master Yan narrowed his eyes. The so-called offering of help was nothing but a joke. To put it simply, the other party was just like an ordinary man in the market, trying to make an appointment for a fight with the Yan family.
It is reasonable that the lieutenant general died in a large-scale fight between bandits.
"Since the princess has agreed on behalf of the prince, then a week later, the North City Command Office will go out of the city to encircle and suppress the great bandit Black Mountain Tiger."
Jiang He put down his wine glass, and Chu Yaolou's servants were still serving dishes one after another. The banquet cost a thousand taels of silver, and there were thirty-six appetizers just to serve as garnish.
Young Master Yan clasped his fists and said with a smile, "Then we'll wait and see."
The princess stood up and prepared to leave, but her careless eyes suddenly focused, and she raised her eyebrows and shouted:
"Be careful."
The servant who was bringing the dishes suddenly quickened his pace and pulled out a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing from beside the chopping board. Billowing smoke emanated from his body and instantly enveloped the banquet table.
It was as if there was a light drizzle from the south of the Yangtze River falling obliquely, and the dagger contained a terrifying sharpness.
For the assassins of Yanyu Tower, they only have one attack, and all their true energy will be released in this one attack. The assassins practice the special Yanyu Sword Technique, which can allow the meridians to temporarily withstand the damage caused by the surge of true energy. Since the first attack fails, the assassins are unable to fight again and the risk of death is extremely high, so the price of hiring Yanyu Tower is extremely high.
The cold light of a sword illuminated the entire building. Even the billowing smoke could not block the bone-chilling sharpness.
Ding!
A crisp cracking sound sounded.
The sword-scale snail dragon armor on Jiang He's body emerged, and the dagger broke after the tip of the sword sank into it.
The servant's pupils shrank, and just as he was about to retreat, the other party suddenly dispersed his mysterious body protection skills and deliberately hit the broken sword with his chest, blood splattering. Without any room for dodge, he punched him in the head, and the hidden power was stirred up, directly knocking the middle-grade assassin unconscious.
Jiang He imprisoned the unconscious prisoner in a small dark room.
On the other side, the princess pinched her fingers and four yellow paper talismans flew out from her sleeves and lingered around her. The wind talisman blew out a bone-grabbing gale, blowing away all the smoke and dust. The great master in the Wudou Taoist Palace practiced swordsmanship, talismans, thunder magic, and fasting rituals. He had four direct disciples who each occupied one of them. The princess also learned a left-handed paper-tying technique. The wind talisman fell to the ground and turned into a human being. Unfortunately, the assassin had disappeared.
"Uncle."
The princess stepped forward to support someone, but was stopped by someone waving his hand. The other person was bleeding from his heart.
Seeing the assassin escape through the smoke, Master Yan said with a stern expression, "My Lord, I swear to heaven that this assassination was not planned by the Yan family. You and I both know that a master died in the Hundred Households Courtyard last night. If it was done by the Yan family, it would be safer to hire those two top-notch deputy building owners. What's more, it would not be a bad idea to ask the fourth-ranked building owner of the Misty Rain Building to come out."
As soon as the words fell, a figure flipped down from the roof of Chuyao Building. The shadow of the Yan family protected the young master in front of him to prevent Pingluan Bo from taking the opportunity to attack. No matter whether the opponent was a secretive master or not, he was sure that he could delay until the reinforcements arrived. As the core, he was vigorously cultivated by the Yan family, and his skills and secret techniques were naturally inherited from the grandmaster.
On the other side, Grandma Jiudu also walked out from the curtain not far away. She and the princess arrived earlier and had plenty of time to hide.
Jiang He forcibly suppressed the advanced self-healing to prevent the wound from healing. As for what Young Master Yan said, it was logical, but not necessarily true. If someone else chose this point to launch an assassination, no matter what was discussed at the banquet, it would create a rift.
Jiang He looked a little pale, and said calmly: "That's all for today. I need to go back home to recuperate."
The princess realized that Ping Luan Bo had no trust in her at all, so she said immediately:
"The task of eliminating the bandits is entirely up to you, Lord. If necessary, the palace can provide some help."
"It's up to you whether you believe it or not." Young Master Yan said goodbye and left accompanied by his shadow.
The banquet came to an abrupt end before all the dishes were served.
Jiang He went out, got on the carriage, and went straight back home.
……
On the other side of Jianshui River, there are many restaurants.
In a roadside wine shop, a handsome middle-aged man picked up the wine glass and drank it all.
If the subordinates did not arrive at the designated location on time, it meant that something unexpected had happened. Even if they showed up afterwards, they would lose their identity as members of Yanyu Tower.
By the time the wine shop waiter came over with the stew, the customer sitting by the window had already left.
The owner of Yanyu Tower was walking in the alley when a pretty maid dressed in coarse cloth came trotting over, panting.
"Sir, the lady wants to see you."
The owner of the Misty Rain Tower was helpless: "After we parted in the martial arts world, she has already married someone else. Now I will help her brother once, and the money and goods will be paid. Our grievances are over, please go back, young lady."
The pretty maid covered her mouth and laughed, "Young lady is already pregnant, are you really not going to check it out, hero?"
"What!" The face of the owner of Yanyu Tower changed drastically. Miss Chen married into the Anbei Prince's Mansion half a year ago. During that period, they had only met secretly a few times. The Anbei Prince not only lost his crown prince and personal guards, but also had his fertility abolished by that person in the palace. This child was definitely not born by that prince.
"Take me there quickly."
At this moment, thousands of horses were galloping on Suzaku Avenue, which runs across Daming Prefecture from north to south.
Prince Anbei, dressed in a dragon robe, led his troops out of the city and headed straight for the inky Great Wall in the north.
"The barbarian is coming!"
Dozens of scouts were running in the streets and alleys. The northern barbarians were heading south and had already reached the outside of the Great Wall. From that day on, Daming Prefecture entered a state of war readiness.
The maid smiled and said, "Young lady is a smart and clever person. She won't make things difficult for you, hero. When the North City General went north, Young lady had anticipated this day. Come with me, hero."
(End of this chapter)